the kid

by kurt

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-12-21 21:46:00

i was born to a bunch of elves
who laughed at my little writing body
they tossed me around like a kickball
untill i learned how to use my fingers
and legs

they kept me in their dogs mouth
that would gum and chew
and try to swallow me whole
but it didnt get me
i pulled myself out
and crawled into the dust
where i flopped gloriously in the sunlight

and crawled onward
into the grass where i dug onions out of the sand
with my tongue to survive
and soon i met the woman
who tossed me in her bag
pledging to keep me safe and warm forever
and i clutched her bag
and beggged her not to leave me
untill one night i awoke
finding myself buried alive
not yet a year old
i cried for her arms
and dug my way out of the dirt
laying on top of the premature grave
spitting nonsense at no one

a bird flew down
gathering me in its warm beak
and sung me to sleep
as i peered out its nostril
at the sky unfolding around me
blathering in nothing talk
begging the bird not to leave me
untill one day i awoke
when the bird crashed into the surface of the sea
and sunk to the bottom
i wriggled from the beak
and began to float slowly to the top of the sea
amidst bubbles
and bellowing whales
whistling reefs
and the grinding of steel gears
all around me
untill my nose pierced the surface
and i had my first gasp of air
the golden sun falling on my wizened face
and sung to the sun
please never leave me
as my tiny arms and legs flailed
and i sank
like a stone into the salty sand
my eyes reaching to the surface
like wavering strands of kelp

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